Ch.4 We Need to Talk
It was 1PM. The boys left an hour ago and I was going to take a shower. It was Wednesday, which meant no class. It was pretty much a chill day. I had a lot to think about, but for some reason, I was in a good mood? I don't know. I brushed my hair and grabbed a towel. I turned on the warm water.
I got out of the shower. I picked out some high waisted jeans with a crop top. I wore my black converses and straightened my hair. I only wore mascara and winged eyeliner. My cell rung. I answered it without looking at the Caller I.D.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey. We need to talk. Can we meet up?" A voice asked.
"Who is this, again?" I asked. I had a slight feeling that I knew who it was.
"Harry." He said. I fidgeted.
"I uhh, I don't know a Harry. Wrong number." Click.
I really didn't want to talk to him. I didn't have time for this. I walked to the kitchen. The land line rang. I raced to it.
"Hey, this is Jayda." I answered.
"Hey! Jayda. Why'd you hang up on me?" Harry asked.
"I dunno what you're talking about." I said I wasn't gonna give in that easily. I mean come on.
"Right. Can we meet up?" He said in more of a statement.
"No. I really don't want to see you. I've had enough for the week." I said.
"Please? I really need to talk to you." Harry said practically begging.
"Fine. Meet me at Starbucks in fifteen." I said.
"Thanks you." He said. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Niall asked walking into the room and eating a bag of crisps.
"Jayda." I said.
"Did she call here for me?" Niall asked. What?
"No I asked her if she would meet up." I said. Why did I have to confirm this by him?
"Oh." He said. Yeah. Oh.
I grabbed my keys and coat. "Where ya headed?" Zayn asked.
"Starbucks." I said and left out thee door. When I arrived, she was sat at a corner table on her laptop. "Hey." I said. "Oh hey." She smiled. "What are you working on?" I asked. "That's paper for instrumental music." She said. "Oh! That reminds me ! I need to do that." I said. She giggled. "Good luck. This is taking me forever." She said. She put her laptop in her bag. "I'm going to get a drink." She said. I nodded.
She came back with two caramel frappé's. "How'd you know?" I asked whilst reaching out for the drink. "Lucky guess." She said. "So what did you want to talk about?" She asked smiling. "That day in high school." I said to her. He smile slowly faded. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I told her. She looked down in sadness. "Harry, just stop." She told me. I continued. "I wasn't paying attention and-" she cut me off. "STOP!" She shouted gaining us a few stares. "It's not that. You put me through a hell of a lot. I questioned my existence. I tried to kill myself Harry!" She told me. "Sorry isn't going to make up for the pain you've caused me." She then picked up her stuff and left. I ran outside after her. It was raining. Great. "Jayda I wasn't listening to what she was saying. I didn't mean hurt you! I felt pain too! I lost the love of my life! My bestfriend! Jayda I loved you! Hell I do love you! I didn't mean to make you feel anything but beautiful." I told her. "I just- I can't do this." She said and got in the car. She drove away. Leaving me in the cold rain.
I got home, thank god, the boys went out for the day. I changed in some dry clothes and sat on my bed. Deep in thought.
Thirteen missed calls and seven texts from Harry. I groaned and threw my phone. Why did my life have to be so complicated? Why can't I just be happy? I pulled out my laptop to finish my instrum paper. I began typing...
Hours later, I heard a knock on my door. "Go away. I'm busy." I said. I had one more page left of typing. I'm pretty sure I would have been done hours ago if I hadn't got distracted. "It's me." Nikki spoke. She opened the door. "Can you help me with this damn instrum paper?" She asked frustrated. "I've been working on it for hours! I can't seem to find ANYTHING to write about. What does he mean by 'express what you feel'?" I asked. "I literally can't get one word out." Nikki said. "Okay, so the real reason I came in here was to ask what happened?" Nikki admitted. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You haven't moved from this spot in hours, you're a social butterfly! You always move." She said. "Things are just complicated." I told her. "Well I'm here if you want to talk?" She asked. Then suddenly o knew what I wanted to write about! "I'm good! Just had a bright idea gotta type!" I told her rushing her out. "Kay bye!" She said leaving. Express your feelings through a story. Well since you asked..